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CHANUKAH

Great arbiter of human fate
Whose glory ne'er decays,
To Thee alone we dedicate

The song and soul of praise.
Thy presence Judah's host inspired
On danger's post to rush;

By Thee the Maccabee was fired
The despot foes to crush.

Amid the ruins of their land,
In Salem's sad decline,

Stood forth a brave but scanty band

To battle for their shrine.
In bitterness of soul they wept
Without the temple walls;

For weeds around its courts had crept
And foes camped in its halls.

Not long to vain regrets they yield;
But for their cherished fane,

Nerved by true faith, they take the field,

And victory obtain.

But whose the power, whose the hand,

Which thus to triumph led

That slender but heroic band,

From which blasphemers fled?

CHANUKAH

'Twas Thine, O everlasting King

And universal Lord!

Whose wonders still Thy servants sing,
And ever shall record.

And thus shall Mercy's hand delight
To cleanse the blemished heart,
Rekindle heaven's waning light,

And truth and peace impart.

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